Holly’s Visit to the Panther Barber

Holly, a shy tree (arbitrarily chosen to be female), anxiously peeked through the door. A black panther stood on his hind legs. The panther brushed off several pine needles from his simple white shirt with his left paw. With a scissor in his right paw, he snipped away at a pine tree’s leaves. The pine tree sat in a black, leather chair with a white sheet of cloth draped around its trunk. Although the tree did not have a face, it seemed to have a bored expression.

Holly took a deep breath, and stepped in. Panther glanced towards Holly, then back towards his current customer, trimming the pine tree.

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” he said in a deep, cool voice. Panther put a few finishing touches on the pine tree, removed the white cloth, and dusted away excess pine leaves.

The pine tree stood up, paid Panther, and left the store. Panther gestured towards the now empty chair. “Ah, Holly, good to see you again. Will it be the usual trim this time?”